Blow in the Dark As Hailey drove closer and closer to the older man that has her panties dripping without laying a single hand on her, her heart started to race. Could she really go through with this? Could she really give a blow job to this man that was over twenty years older than her and married with kids? Could she really go through with it? He wanted her to meet him in a dark, secluded area and get in his car. The simple answer was yes, she could. Ever since he first messaged her, claiming that he could teach her all about being a submissive, she was drawn to him. It didn’t matter that it was wrong, she just wanted to feel what it was like, to have someone use and abuse her, pull her hair and tell her she was a good girl, and that’s exactly what this guy did. Shaking, she pulled up behind his car and got out. She locked her car, making sure it beeped and clutched her phone tightly in her hand. She could do this. It was just a simple blow job. She opened the door to the sleek, black sports car and climbed inside. The first question, as always, “How are you feeling?” Brushing hair away from her face with shaky hands, Hailey replied, “Nervous.” He turned to her, his graying hair and lopsided smile making Hailey’s thighs clench. “That’s okay. You know you’re safe here. At any point that you want to stop, just say so. I won’t be mad, I promise. There are no repercussions for quitting.” Hailey took a deep breath. “I just need a minute.” “That’s fine. Would you like me to drive around the block?” She nodded, turning to stare out the windshield. She continued to breathe, trying to calm her anxious mind. As they drove, they made meaningless conversation and it helped put her at ease. All too quickly, they pulled back up to Hailey’s car. He put the car in park and turned to look at her again. “I want you to do everything tonight. And I mean everything.” Hailey just stared at him with her mouth wide open. “O-okay.” She looked down, then back up at him. “I’m terrified of embarrassing myself.” “You can’t embarrass yourself with a blow job. The only thing you can do wrong is leave a wet stain on my pants. Then I’ll just go to the nearest Sheetz, spill water on my pants and wait forty minutes, then go home and say ‘And then I spilled a jug of water on me!’” Hailey chuckled, feeling some of the nervous energy leave her. “I can do this.” With trembling fingers, she reached over the center console and slowly unzipped his pants. “Now, I want you to reach in there, find out what kind of underwear I’m wearing, and pull out my cock.” She took in a breath, preparing herself to the moment ahead. Stumbling slightly, she dug around, finally finding the opening in his boxers, which led to the discovery of a hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, slightly tugging, trying to pull it out. Unsuccessful, she pulled her hand out and looked down. “I’m embarrassing myself.” “You’re fine. I’ll help you a little bit,” he said, reaching inside and pulling out his generous, hard length. Hailey stared at it, licking her lips. “You’re anything but average.” With still trembling hands, she reached out, clutching his dick in her tiny hands. She jerked him gently, afraid to hurt him. “What are you thinking now?” he asked. “I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.” “You won’t hurt me. I’ll tell you if you do.” Nodding, Hailey leaned over and ran her tongue down his erection. Feeling a bit braver, she opened her mouth and took in the tip, swirling her tongue under the head. “You’re off to a good start,” he mumbled, leaning back. She took that compliment and decided to try adding more of him into her mouth. Relaxing her gag reflexes as best she could, she swallowed as much as him as she could take. He rewarded her with a groan. This continued for a few minutes, his hands wandering her fully clothed body. He whispered naughty things to her, which made her panties wet with desire. He would say something, and she would go to respond, only to be told that nobody told her to stop sucking his cock. Her face burned at the realization that his bluntness turned her on. Soon, she had his balls in her mouth, smiling when she heard him tell her how good she was. Hailey was starting to sweat and no doubt the windows were fogging up. Suddenly, he had a grip on her hair, pulling her mouth away from his testicles. She moaned at the delicious sensation. He led her mouth back to his cock, with the demand to “Open”. She complied, anxious for whatever he was about to do. He thrust his hips inside her mouth, going deeper than anyone has before. She gagged slightly, and was reprimanded. “Was that teeth I felt?” She nodded. “I’m sorry, sir.” “And why did I feel that?” “I gagged.” “We’ll need to work on that. Keep going,” he demanded, releasing her hair. She lowered her face back to his erection, happy to continue pleasing him. She was so turned on, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her. “I was going to ask you to bring a condom tonight, but I don’t think you’re ready for that. If you had, I’d be fucking your tight pussy on the hood of this car right now.” Hailey sucked in a breath, her pussy clenching at the thought. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She nodded, her mouth still full. “Where do you want my cock?” “In my pussy, sir.” “And why?” “I want to feel you inside me.” She gasped with pleasure as his hand came down on her ass. This only spurred her on more. She took more and more of him inside her, her hands rolling his balls. His hands found her nipples, pulling and twisting, causing her to moan around his shaft. His hips started to thrust again, fucking her face. Hailey sheathed her teeth as best she could with her lips, reveling in the sensation. Her hair was once again being pulled. She had never been so turned on in her life. This is what she’s been needing. She wanted more, she wanted him inside her. Anywhere, she would take him. She wanted to please him, and she knew that pleasing him would please her. Suddenly, he pulled her up by her hair. It was then that she heard the ringing of a timer going off. “That’s enough for tonight.” She looked at him, hair sticking to her red, sweaty face. She was panting, sad for it to be over. “But don’t you want to finish?” she asked, gesturing to his still hard cock. “I rarely come from oral sex. And I could have helped you out, but I don’t think I want that tonight.” Hailey just nodded. “Say goodbye to my cock.” Hailey’s face flushed even more as she leaned over and placed a kiss on the head. “Deeper.” She listened to his command and swallowed him whole, quickly pulling back up. “You did good tonight. I hope we can do this tomorrow. I would give you a kiss, but with your attachment issues, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “You’re probably right,” she muttered, fixing her bra and getting out of the car. He stepped out from the driver’s side, fixing his clothes. “Why am I not going to kiss you?” “Because I could be any woman to you.” “That’s right. Thank you for tonight. I hope to see you tomorrow.”

Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.

Pre-order on Amazon: http://amzn.to/1yC0yvHGoodreads: http://bit.ly/1yC0Q5PRELEASE DATE: December 14th, 2014Blurb I tried hard not to fall for the bad guy. My new roommate, Blake, is a jerk—an unemployed artist with a chip on his shoulder. I can’t stand him unless his hands are on me. He makes me desperate for him, and everything he makes me feel. And then there’s my new boss, Pierce--successful, charming, and extremely good-looking. He goes after what he wants, but what does he see in me? I try to stay away, but I end up in the arms of exactly who I was hiding from. And when I find out what’s being hidden from me, my heart twists in ways it never should. I thought I knew him. I didn't. The way he kissed me. The way his hands traveled every inch of my skin. I thought it meant something, but as it turns out, it was all lies unspoken.

Meet Lisa de Jong

Lisa De Jong is a wife, mother and full-time number cruncher who lives in the Midwest. Her writing journey involved insane amounts of coffee and many nights of very little sleep but she wouldn't change a thing. She also enjoys reading, football and music.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Title: Surviving Us Authors: Erin Noelle Genre: New Adult, Romance

Two survivors. Two weeks. One awakening. When Bristol Criswell travels to St. Lucia for an Enduring Life retreat, she hopes to discover encouragement and support from like souls. A vacation fling is the furthest thing from her mind, especially not with a cocky-mouthed, arrogant jerk like Davis McKay. But when it becomes evident she can't deny the magnetic attraction between the two, she gives in to her desires, and for the first time in her life, learns the difference between simply living and truly feeling alive. As their time in paradise quickly comes to an end, will her heart be able to withstand another devastating loss when it's time to say goodbye, or will their connection be strong enough to survive the real world? Death brought them together, but love will give them a reason to live. **This book is a full-length, stand alone novel that is not a part of a series**

IT TAKES EVERYTHING I have not to smile as I watch Bristol throw her little fit. Knowing that she came by my place last night, and she’s jealous because she thinks I was there with another chick, makes my ego swell and my cock hard.

Once she’s finished digging her finger into my stomach and calling me a dick—which I usually am, but surprisingly don’t want to be one around her; I refuse to ask myself why this is—I do exactly what I’ve yearned to do since the moment I laid eyes on her. I claim her perfectly pouty lips with mine in demanding, caveman-esque fashion, hoping every person on this beach understands the statement I’m making.

I’m not sure if her ‘friend’ from last night is even out here, but I hope to God he is, because as a guy, I know with certainty the way he looked at her wasn’t how a big brother should look at his little sister. Ever. The way his eyes roamed up and down her body, how his hand splayed out on her bare back, holding her close to him, and the way he called her ‘baby girl’, all said plenty about his true intentions. I’m not usually one to cock-block, especially knowing the reason he’s even here is because something really fucked up has happened in his life, but I’ll be damned if he’s getting anywhere near Bristol while we’re here. She’s mine.

Her lips part with no resistance as the tip of my tongue requests entrance, finally allowing me to savor the taste of her sugary sweetness. My hands glide around her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her silky hair as I continue to explore her mouth, our tongues curling around one another’s in an effortless, synchronized movement.

She moans into my mouth, a direct command for my cock to stand at full-attention, and suddenly, I no longer want these other people around us. They’re the only reason I’m not laying her flat on her back in the sand right now and devouring every inch of her body, like I’d promised her I’d do. And based on the way she’s digging her nails into my shoulders and not-so-subtly pressing her body into mine, I’m pretty sure it’s what she wants too.

Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History at the University of Houston, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. In 2013, she published the Book Boyfriend Series, which included books Metamorphosis, Ambrosia, Euphoria, and Timeless, and recently published When the Sun Goes Down, a contemporary romance novel. Her books have been a part of the USA Today Bestselling list and the Amazon and Barnes & Noble overall Top 100.

Master...Being that person, that man, is how I define myself, how I allow the rest of the world to define me as well. And now, with a terrible loss shredding me inside out and someone trying to destroy my family to punish me, control is more important than ever. It is everything. It is what I need. It is all I need. Or maybe I just need...her.

“You say I’ll never own you. If I win—you willingly give me that right. You sign not only the debt agreement, but another—one that makes me your master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I’ll give you this.”Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Stolen, taken, and bound not by monsters but by an agreement written over six hundred years ago, she has no way out.She belongs to Jethro as much as she denies it.Jethro Hawk’s patience is running out. His inheritance gift tests, challenges, and surprises him—and not in good ways. He hasn’t leashed her but he thinks he might’ve found a way to bind her forever.Debts are mounting. Payment waiting.

Red is living life in the spotlight, a place she always dreamed of. Stripping was a way of escaping from her past, and it was something she was well-known for. But, Redâs fight to remain queen isnât the only battle sheâs facing. And when the war against her addiction is won, itâs not in her favor.

Facing three to five years in a federal penitentiary, Red feels like her life is over. But, just like he always does, Luke Carmical, her childhood best friend, comes to the rescue. Only this time, heâs brought Devilâs Renegades Regg with him. Having no other option, Red is forced to spend the next ninety days in a place sheâs never been and in the care of a man she hardly knows.

Spending three months of her life on a secluded farm turns out to be a lot more than Red bargained for. Because, itâs there that Regg stands by her side through endless hours of withdrawal, constant mood swings and restless pacing. Itâs there that the MC family reminds her of their motto:love, loyalty and respect. And itâs there she learns that hitting rock bottom, doesn't keep you from fallingâ¦in love.

BONUS SCENE

SAVING DALLAS MAKING THE CUT

LUKE

I stood in the doorway, helpless as the woman that I had devoted my life to lay lifelessly in the bed before me. Her nightmares were so frequent that I was afraid to even leave the room for fear she would wake and I wouldnât be there. It had to be well past two in the morning, and my body was now running on adrenaline alone. Less than twenty-four hours ago my girl was being sexually assaulted by a man that I once called my friend. I felt my grip tighten around the coffee mug I held in my hand.

Breathe Luke.

Breathe.

The last thing I needed was to harm a part of myself in a way that would prevent me from holding her when she needed me. My hands no longer belonged to me. My eyes were only for her, and my heart was held in the tiny palms of the hands of Dallas Knox. I had no idea what they had done to her. Earlier, as I had washed her broken, dirty, battered body, I noticed the way she cringed when my hands fell to the places where she once enjoyed my touch. He had touched her. He had put his hands on something that was mine. I knew I sounded like some kind of barbarian getting territorial over my property, but that was not the reason I was so pissed. I was pissed because they had stole something from her that she would never be able to get back. Her pride, dignity and her right to say who could touch her had been taken. She was now a broken woman and I would spend my last days on Earth piecing her back together.

âLuke.â I heard her whisper in her sleep. I knew a nightmare was soon to follow. She often called out my name as if she was preparing me for what was to come, although I knew that was not possible. If Dallas could control the torturous dreams she would.

I sat down my now cold coffee on the night stand and climbed into bed behind her. I was no longer the man I once was. Many people who saw me every day in my cut, proudly sporting that Devilâs Renegades patch would not think that I had succumbed to a man who was willing to cradle his woman like a baby just to reassure her she was safe. Some would say I was losing my edge, or going soft, but that was not the case. Dallas might have my heart, but the blood that ran through my veins was cold. Frankie would die and it would be me who pulled the trigger to end his life, if he was lucky. I would much rather cover him in peanut butter and bury him alive in an ant hill somewhere, but I would probably be forced to take a more humane route. I felt Dallasâ small frame curl deep into the mattress and I was pulled from my thoughts of Frankie and back into the situation at hand.

âPlease.â I heard Dallas cry as her body started to convulse into shudders that made my heart clench and my eyes fill with tears.

âIâm here, baby. Iâm here.â I turned her to me and buried her face in my chest, rocking us back and forth as I whispered reassurances in her ear. I felt her body take a sudden deep breath and I squeezed my eyes shut at what I knew was to come.

Screams.

Loud, blood curdling screams echoed off the walls of the bedroom. I pulled her closer, tilting her head back so I could look in her face as I shook her gently, waking her.

âDallas. Wake up, baby. You are safe. No one can hurt you anymore.â I had said the words so many times, but each time hurt just as much as the first. When her beautiful green eyes opened up to me, I could see the sorrow that filled them. Her right eye was barely visible through her swollen lid that was so many shades of blue and purple that it looked almost unreal. Sobbing always came next, and this time was no different. It was like she was ashamed to look at me, and the thought made me a die a little on the inside. I rubbed her hair continuously until her breathing slowed and I was sure she knew she was safe. We had followed this same pattern every few hours for the last day. I knew she would request something to drink, and since I couldnât leave her alone for even a moment, and she wouldnât go by herself, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen with me. I had become an expert at maneuvering around with her in my arms. With her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I moved around the kitchen to service her every need.

Water.

Pain reliever.

More water.

Another round of tears, as her need for me sunk in.

Apologies from her.

Apologies from me.

Reassurances from her.

Reassurances from me.

Bathroom.

Back to bed.

As I carried her down the hall and to the bathroom, my anger flared, just as it always did. My strong, independent, talented, thoughtful, wonderful girl couldnât even take a piss on her own without fearing for her life. Yes, Frankie the Cutter was going to die, and the pleasure was gonna be all mine.

Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her writing and her role as olâ lady to her husband, Reggie, her first novel, Saving Dallas, was published in May of 2013. Saving Dallas Making the Cut, the sequel to Saving Dallas, was published in September 2013 and she plans to release Saving Dallas Forever, the final book in the Saving Dallas trilogy, in February 2014. Kim resides in Collins, MS with her husband Reggie, two dogs Neo and Maggie and a twenty pound cat named Cici.

Blurb After the first sighting, he’s fascinated. After the first smile, he’s infatuated. By the first kiss, he’s obsessed. Nolan sees Chloe through a window of a bakery in downtown Manhattan. At first sight, something about her calls to a piece of him he thought was lost. Without thinking, he begins watching her, and when the moment presents itself, he strikes, claiming Chloe for himself.

About the Author

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest

Amanda Maxlyn is excited to share the release of "What's Left of Us", the heartwarming conclusion to What's Left of Me. Make sure to check out the teasers, pick up your copy and enter the $100 Kate Spade Gift Card GIVEAWAY below!

Book Title: What’s Left of UsAuthor:Amanda MaxlynThe heartwarming conclusion to What's Left of Me.Love found me three years ago. I’m cancer free, happily married to the love of my life, and working toward my dream career. Our life is complete. Perfect, really. Or is it? I’ve always wanted a family of my own, but never dreamed I could have one. Now Parker’s ready to make my dream our reality. But sometimes our dreams are haunted by our deepest fears. Fears of failure, having a child, and in our case … death. How do I help the person I love get over his fear when I’m still trying to overcome that same fear myself? Together we must learn What’s Left of Us.

Life works in mysterious ways.

Four years ago I became known as the girl with cancer. I refuse to cry. And I refuse to give in. A relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now, but one night with Parker changes everything. He is persistent, and he knows what he wants. Me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile. But he doesn’t know, and I’m not ready to tell him.What if it changes everything? Tragedy found me when I was seventeen. Love found me when I was twenty-one. My name is Aundrea McCall, and this is my journey.

I am the mother of two little boys, married to the love of my life, and living in one of the smallest towns in Minnesota. When I’m not chasing or cleaning up after my boys (yes, all three), I can be found writing or snuggled up with my kindle, a glass of wine, and spending time with my fictional friends and family.

I am first and foremost an avid reader! I love to read anything romance from paranormal, young/new adult, contemporary, and even yes, (wide eyes) erotic/BDSM.